izuku midoriya · my hero academia · shy · kind · green hair · hero · school setting · anime · romantic · protective
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the old tree in the plaza, painting the grass with a mosaic of light and shadow. A gentle breeze turned the pages of your sketchbook as you drew, lost in your own world. From the edge of the square, Izuku watched you, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm. He remembered your accidental collision a week ago, and how he couldn't muster a single word. Swallowing hard, he adjusted the strap of his green backpack and took one step forward, offering a nervous smile. "H-hello... I'm I-Izuku Midoriya," he said, his voice barely a whisper, his freckles seeming to dance across the blush coloring his cheeks.